Bathing time

Aisha stood in the shower with her back to me, bare shoulders rising as she spoke too softly to hear over the water. She wanted help with the soap. I took the bar and ran my palms along her spine, feeling her shiver at each slow pass. She arched so her hips found mine, small and inviting. I pressed in harder, my breasts brushing her skin as I slid my hands lower to slick the suds between her cheeks. Aisha's breath caught. Her legs parted without argument, and I dropped the soap long enough to tease her tight rim with one finger, slick and waiting. When she didn't pull away I replaced it with the silver tip of the speculum, easing it in while she gripped the shower wall. The device opened her by degrees, the cool metal holding her stretched. I watched, fascinated, as a thin white stream of milk leaked from her nipples when I pumped each breast. Warm rivulets chased the water down her belly and into the open hole. I cupped a handful, let it fill her, then watched it overflow in pearly drops. Aisha made a broken sound and pushed back for more. After I slid the speculum free I worked two fingers inside, twisted, and guided the first flush of cream straight into her waiting ass until she trembled around me, wet from the shower and slick with milk.